(let me tell you)
Pools of abstraction are hard to engage with (my mind
is fast! I cannot hear! What is spinning!
(oh, the pain
of the sharp ephemeral
(like thin shards of glass
in your palm refracting
rainbow light)))
If only I could write (more
(than words can allow
(like music
(like mountains
(like silence)))))
(((Maybe it’s better unspoken)))
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